This happened like last year but whatever. One day I (21F) (20 at the time) was just working and thinking about random shit, as one does. I've always wondered this question, so I asked my coworker (56 F) about it. I used to ask her the dumbest questions all the time, not knowing how dumb they were. I don't ask her many questions anymore. xd

"Do you think if we went out in space and got cut, our blood would still be blue since there's no oxygen in space? Like pretend we wouldn't die immediately from being in space though."

She just kinda stared at me and started to frown, confused. "What are you talking about?" She asked.

I'm like dang she doesn't know our blood is blue?

"Cause like, you know, our blood is blue til it hits oxygen then it turns red? So I was wondering what would happen to it if there wasn't any oxygen?" I reiterated. "Our blood isn't blue. It's never blue." She said, still frowning. Now I'm frowning with confusion, and rethinking my whole life in this moment. she can't be right I'm thinking. "Hm. Well I thought it was blue but I could be wrong! I'll Google it real quick." "I suppose I could be wrong too so lmk what you find!" She says. She goes back to working and I whip out my cellular device and go to Google. is our blood blue I typed into the search bar. A few seconds later, my whole life fell apart in an instant. I erupt into laughter for realizing how ridiculous I just sounded and tell her she's right and that I can't believe my whole life is a lie. I told her I think my mom told me that before I started school and just never thought to ask anyone or look it up because how could my sweet momma ever be wrong??? LMFAO I can't even explain the embarrassment I felt in that moment, but we still bring it up and laugh about it now so I figured I'd share it here.

TL;DR I thought our blood was blue til it hit oxygen and made a fool of myself to an older coworker.

I am an older lesbian - 47. Been single for most of my life, and for the most part, I’ve been fine with that.

But the other night I went out with a new group of people and there was one woman there who reminded me that I’m a lesbian. Literally, she walked in the room, smiled at everyone and my brain went “…oh”. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be attracted to someone in person. It was nice. She’s straight, so nothing will happen, but it was nice to have that feeling of being happy when she smiled at me and stuff. Reminded me that I’m fully alive.

So where’s the fuck up? Well, that was Friday night. And in the interim I noticed that she had changed her profile picture on the app we all used to connect (Kakao, I live in Korea) to a photo from our night out… and it made me wonder if she had an Instagram. Now I have an Instagram account, but I do not touch it. I tried using it for a bit a long time ago, but it just wasn’t for me. So I don’t really know how it works.

Her Instagram was pretty easy to find, and she had a few pictures, I looked through them but was very careful to not like anything because I’ve heard that you can see likes even if you “unlike” a picture. But you can’t see who views your pictures. That’s what pop culture has told me about how Instagram works.

She also had some, like, albums above her photos. I’ve since learned they are called “highlights”, which are I guess archived “stories”, I really don’t know, I’m just going on what I’ve been told. And one of them was labeled “gym”… and I am a pathetic lesbian. It called to me like a siren song. And it was glorious. Tons of great photos and video clips. Her back is a work of art. And then I thought I’d go through the highlight reels. Every single one. I looked at every single one. Every video, every picture. But was very careful not to like anything.

Later than evening, I was chatting with a friend and in the conversation somehow she came up and I sent him a link to one of those highlights - the gym album. And he was all “no, girl, don’t sent me a link, you have to send me screenshots” and I was like “why? You can look, just don’t like anything”

And well, here’s where I figured out my fuck up, although you all probably knew already. Turns out that with stories (which is what those are) you totally can see who looks at them.

Now, she would have to go and look to see who viewed her stories, I think, but if she does she’s going to see that I viewed them all. And she is part of this group that I am newly friends with and was hoping to hang with a lot in the future. I don’t know that I can now, because that is so fucking embarrassing.

The internet was a mistake.

TLDR: developed a mini crush on a girl and went through her entire Instagram story history, didn’t know you could see who views your Instagram stories and now I can never go outside again.

So today I was out on a date with a girl I’ve liked for a long time. So I finally took her out and we were having a great time until I took her to dinner. We went to a nice Mexican place and I ordered chicken fajitas, and this is when it all went wrong. I noticed that on the side there was a pepper (I asked and it was a Serrano pepper) and while trying to impress her, I ate almost the entirety of the pepper. The spiciest thing I can handle is a jalapeño so I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea, but anyway I took a huge bite and tried to chew and swallow. I swallowed a tiny bit of it before almost throwing up. I spit it out and tears and some snot rolled down my face and I had to ask the waiter if they had milk I could drink. I also had to ask for my dates water and I ordered a sorbet to help cool my mouth. This is either something we will laugh about in 5 years or something she might not wanna go out with me again after crying from a pepper. I’m typing this up while she “runs to the bathroom” so I imagine when she comes back it will be pretty awkward

TL;DR I ate a hot pepper in front of my crush,cried and nearly threw up,had to ask for milk in a restaurant,and drunk her water and had some ice cream to help me cool my mouth down

UPDATE:First I would like to say thanks for all the comments and I hope you guys got a good laugh over my misfortune and here’s the update,so yes she did eventually come back. The rest of the date went surprisingly well. She actually ended up laughing it off and started making jokes about it. When she came back I said “I think I handled that well” and she started laughing hard so I might have clutched.I felt like it was one of the times where laughter was the best medicine Y’know?She was in the bathroom for a long enough time for me to think that she might have texted or called a few people and told them about me but she came back so I’m hoping she was always planning on returning. Anyway I dropped her off and about an hour later she texted me a picture of a glass of milk. After that I think she’s a keeper,so I’m gonna ask her out again tomorrow,so wish me luck!

Obligatory this didnt happen today, it happened a couple weeks ago at the end of the school year and I still have not recovered from the embarrassment. I’m hoping that by posting to Reddit I can just laugh it all off.

My dear sweet 6 year old asked for an instant print camera for his birthday. We got him one and he immediately got started taking pictures of our pets, pretty clouds, lego creations, ect. After a couple weeks and 6 or 7 packs of film, he earned enough “tickets” to have a “show and share” at school! He asked to take his camera and some pictures. Beaming with pride over his natural photographic ability, we went through his stash and curated an exquisite collection of appropriate, clear, mom approved photos. I packed them into his backpack with care in a ziplock baggie the night before and the next morning came and he was so excited at drop off. At pickup, the teacher gave me an awkward thumbs up but nothing too out of the ordinary. Nothing that could prepare me for the horror I would experience when I got home and unloaded the “take home” portion of his folder. Apparently, early in the morning my dear sweet baby added some pictures to the collection he took to show and share. Now, these weren’t dirty or inappropriate pictures, just EXTREMELY embarrassing. Pictures of a dirty laundry basket full of laundry, a shot of the kitchen with dishes in the sink, random pictures of the floor and walls, and in the back of the stack the crown jewel; a photo of me, his mother, half asleep sitting on the couch in my silk moomoo with my hair in rollers and headphones on, snuggling a Mickey Mouse stuffy my younger one had given me, ala crazy Disney adult style. I can’t help but imagine the look on his teachers face when he proudly displayed these for the class. My husband thinks I’m over reacting because there’s nothing wrong with the picture, and thinks it’s quite endearing how my son sees me as photo worthy. Maybe getting it all out in a post will make me appreciate the humor in it all

TL;DR gave my 6 year old an instant print camera, he repaid my kindness by taking embarrassing pictures of me and our house to school for show and share🫠

I'm currently on a beach holiday with a few mates, we arrived yesterday afternoon, and after some sightseeing went to a club at night. All well, and we decided to go back to the hotel around 2 a.m. as we were pretty tired from traveling.

But first, we followed the entire boulevard to see where it would end. There was a short fence, which we climbed over to see what treasure was hidden behind it. None, just a small cliff then the ocean. We stood on the rocks and one of my friends randomly dared me to dive into the water. I was pretty drunk so like yeah why not, it was still not cold at all and it was only a 3-4 meter drop.

I emptied my pockets and went for a running start, at the last second I kind of chickened out and went with kind of a divebomb instead of dove. Well, that probably saved me from literally breaking my fucking neck, because there were rocks just below the surface. I genuinely couldn't tell from above. There was probably like 30 cm of actual water.

And... I hit my tailbone so fucking hard on a somewhat pointier rock. Hurt like an absolute bitch, climbing back up took ages, but eventually I made it. Was just gonna walk it off, but that only made the pain worse tbh. Very sharp and kind of moving into my low back. I unfortunately have to admit I briefly cried. Not a great situation overall, but we successfully arrived at our hotel.

I didn't sleep much, woke up with the same pain plus random stiffness in my back. Might check out one of those touristy massage places for a spinal adjustment fr. When my mom called a few hours ago, I told her I'm being very responsible and everything is going great...

Sitting hurts, standing is marginally better, being in the pool is the best. Just trying to keep movement going, because we're about to go out and I'm tryna enjoy the rest of my holiday. Started drinking before lunch so I'm doing pretty well. Still, not my smartest moment lmfao.

TL;DR: pretty painful reminder of why one should check the water before jumping in.

I started working in a relatively small but lucrative industry from the bottom and learned my way through several positions across various companies. I got to a point in my career where I thought it was time to shoot for the big leagues. So I started floating resumes with basically the biggest players hoping to get a shot. At one point I finally got an interview with the biggest player in the space, great salary, great bennies, a pension, etc. The interview process is notoriously arduous and after the initial filter interviews and calls I got to the panel interview that was basically make or break for getting the job. I prepped, I got advice from experienced friends and people at the company already, I suited up and was looking good.

I get to the interview and it starts out with a tour of the offices and yard, explanation of what I would be doing and introduction to the location managers. The we all sat down in a conference room and got to it. The panel was four people, all managers, two white women, a Hispanic man, and a black man. The interview process is basically a modified STAR interview with a knowledge test to begin. I went through the test and we got started on conditional and experience questions.

At some point they asked me a question along the lines of how I handled a difficult scenario. My answer was practiced and I started running through it. At some point I was discribing the particular issue I was dealing with and I said something along the lines of "...and we always had these little niggles getting in our way". At least that's what I intended to say. The problem is I'm not the smoothest talker and I tend to second guess myself and micromanage my verbiage as I talk. It manifests as almost a stutter and odd pauses, which is why I had practiced the general form and context of my answers ahead of time (by knowing the nature of the questions from friends). What came out was more along the lines of "...and we always had these little nig-...." And I paused at a horrible moment as I reconsidered my word choice, simultaniously locking eyes with the black manager (ranking member of the panel btw). In horror I stuttered out the rest of my sentence and turned beat red as an awkward prolonged silence fell over the room. The rest of the interview went horribly (I think, it was all a blur from there) as I was flustered and embarrassed and didn't know how to recover.

To make matters even more awkward, after the interview because I had parked in the yard, and it was after hours so the gate was closed and locked, the black manager had to walk me to my car and let me out. Never has there been a more awkward and uncomfortable attempt at small talk than those 5 minutes.

I don't even know why I used that word, it's not something I commonly say and despite the unfortunate pause it was a perfectly appropriate usage of the word.

For some reason I never got a callback and never ended up working at that company. I think it's because I was too impressive. I ended up lateraling out of that industry into a higher paying, higher freedom industry where I have done very well. But that's one of those late night awake in bed things that my brain punishes me with to this day

TL;DR I said "nig---gle" correctly and in context with an unfortunate pause and stared at the black hiring manager in what was, at the time, the most consequential interview of my life.

Since coming back home from college my mental health has taken a steep decline, this is for a cacophony of different reasons but I am still grateful for the experience because I am finally in therapy and on meds after 20 years of neglecting my mental health. I was prescribed Zoloft by my therapist to help me with all of the things I was diagnosed with (OCC, Depression, and few different anxiety disorders) For my 20th birthday my best friend from college invited me to stay with her for a few days so we could hangout and so she could show me around Boston for my birthday. For the 3 days that I am staying here I packed a bag and I mistakenly forgot to bring my Zoloft with me…I was so sure that I put the pills in my bag but I was met with great disappointment when I searched my bag and saw that they weren’t there. I’ve been on Zoloft for about a month now and it is finally starting to work. A friend of mine told me that I need to be very consistent with my Zoloft intake because on days he forgot to take it he felt awful. I’ve heard really bad stories of people getting brain zaps, really bad panic attacks, bad headaches, etc because they missed a day of Zoloft. I am going to have to go Zoloft free for the next 2 nights, it’s my birthday vacation with my best friends and I don’t want it to be ruined by my mental health. Does anyone have any advice? (It’s not a possibility to go back home because home is 3 hours away) TL;DR: I forgot my meds and now I am scared that I’m gonna have all of these bad side effects…it’s my birthday and I wanna have a great day with my best friend

Update: Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read my post and give me feedback it is much appreciated. Unfortunately I cannot get more of my medication right now. The therapist who prescribed me the Zoloft only gave me enough to last me up until my first appointment with my new primary care provider (I lost my old provider because I haven’t been to the doctors since literally 7th grade…I’m an extremely healthy person) I know what you are thinking “ask the therapist to call you in a new prescription to a pharmacy near you” she is out of practice now…she only agreed to see me because she heard about my situation and she wanted to diagnose me, prescribe me meds and refer me to a new therapist.

My birthday is almost over and I had a great day, I was a little in my head this morning but for the most part I was busy with making memories in a new city with my best friend.

Also sorry I upset so many people with my use of the word “cacophony” I just felt like this word best described the situation

The other night I was I was buzzed and struck with boredom. I looked for my high school crush on socials. I graduated over 20 years ago. I wasn’t finding him so i did a general search on google. After some searching I found him and was shocked to see we live in the same town, its an hour away from the high school we attended. After I clicked the link i saw his address. I know im being a creeper at this point but fuck it. To my shock and horror he lives down the block. I’ve walked my dog past his house regularly and pass his house when i drive into and out of our subdivision. It doesn’t help that I was totally an overly attached girlfriend type although we never dated. I was admittedly rather cringe and embarrassing but honestly I had prior daddy issues. Im pissed at myself because now it just feels kinda odd. I cannot say anything to my husband because I would be pissed if it was the other way around. I have zero intension to do anything with this information as i love my husband very much. What are the odds when we closed on our house we were shocked to find out my husband’s boss lives across the street, and now this. 😑

TL;DR: looked up 20 year old crush found out we are neighbor’s and it feels odd.

Short FU -

Landed from an international flight of 7 hours from Heathrow, connecting flight is the last flight out of Chicago to Austin. I see my bag in the carousel snatch it up and start racing to get to my connection.

I try going through bag recheck at O'Hare Airport and the scan doesn't work via the agent, so I decide to try to check it through the normal desk service. Line is too long, okay time to just go and hope that my bag makes it through security quickly with TSA precheck.

As I'm heading up the escalators to tram over to terminal 1, look down at my bag. "Huh, I don't remember having a label pouch. Shit. Wrong bag." Back down the escalators. I can't go back through to baggage claim. Back up the escalators to ACTUALLY tram to terminal 1 for United baggage service.

Turn in the accidentally purloined bag.

I go to the ticketing for United and get rebooked for a flight tomorrow morning. Book a hotel. Back to the baggage office. My bag hasn't arrived yet from terminal 5's carousels.

I'm typing this from a seat across from the baggage office waiting to see if I can get my bag before I leave the airport to my overnight at the hotel.

TL;DR - check what bag you grab, put something EXTRA visible on your bag to identify it easier. I'm keen to put about 5 or 6 stickers on all parts of my luggage.

Sidenote - everyone seems to have the same few Samsonite hard case carry-ons and checked bags.

Obligatory not today. I am 20F now and live an Asian country. English is my second language. When I was 12 I attended junior high school in a private school which also had an international high school department, where lessons where taught in English, by foreign teachers. I got permission to join an ESL course in the high school department, so my classmates for that course were around 16 years old. Our teacher, Mr. B, was from Canada.

One morning our class discussions drifted to the topic of what we would bring with us if we wanted to survive on a desert island. A girl in our class answered "a condom", and went on to explain how condoms are strong and flexible, ideal for holding large amounts of water.

Having had next to no sex ed growing up, I didn't even know about condoms in my first language, let alone the English word for them. So I said in my normal voice, clearly audible to the whole class of ~20 students,

"Mr. B, what is a condom?"

Mr. B, who had been very chill during the whole "condoms as water-holders" discussion, was taken slightly aback, and hesitated on how he should respond. Then a couple of boys started saying stuff like, "you'll know the answer when you get older". One of them went further to say, "do you know about those small cards (nsfw ads) they shove under your door in hotels?" When I answered that I did not, he brushed it off by saying that he meant ads for ... fried chicken.

I can't recall anymore what Mr. B said after that (if anything) or how I eventually got the answer to my question.

TL;DR: As the youngest student in my ESL course, sincerely asked my Canadian teacher what a condom was.

TIFU by sleeping through my bus stop and ending up on a wild ride across town. I usually commute to work by bus, and today I decided to catch up on some sleep after a rough night. Big mistake. I dozed off just as the bus pulled away from my stop, and the next thing I knew, I was in a completely unfamiliar neighborhood. Panic set in as I realized I had no idea where I was or how to get back.

I finally found a bus going in the opposite direction, but it took forever to get back to where I started. By the time I made it to work, I was late and frazzled, and my boss definitely noticed. Now I'm trying to laugh it off, but deep down, I'm cringing at my own stupidity.

Has anyone else ever had a public transportation fail this epic, or am I the only one who can't even nap right?

TL;DR: never trust a comfy bus seat when you're running on fumes.

The post ended up being pretty long so you can skip the intro and straight to my f**k up that begins after the dashed line ------

This happened February 2023 in Kashmir, India.

Me and few others ended up getting posted as Post graduate trainee doctors in different specialities at one of the most peripheral hospital in Kashmir.

Maybe you've heard about it in the news, but Kashmir has a difficult relationship with India, and since we come from different parts of India, we were very worried about how the locals would react to us, so us 'outsiders' stuck together and formed a close bond that we still have. We would share our resources and help each other out however we could.

So the woman in our group is an ObGyn trainee, who was rightfully given the best accomodation the hospital could provide. She was provided a small single story 2 BHK brick house surrounded by brick walls and an iron gate. It had running water and a geyser and 24x7 electricity. She let us have a copy of her key and let us use it whenever she wasn't. For us who've never experienced winter nor snow before, this was heaven.

Our own accomodation was fine but the bathrooms needed a lot of fixing before it could be used by humans.

We did see a bunch of Carbon Monoxide deaths from indoor gas heaters and lot of burn patients coming to our casualty. Even the locals warned us to be careful when using electronics, to avoid using gas heaters and to switch everything off when you're asleep or not home. But you don't really learn something just in theory. Especially me. I learn from mistakes best. And boy, did I learn.

The fateful night, I was back from my duty and I wanted a bath, my Obgyn collegue had overnight duty in the labour room so I was free to use the bathroom. I did everything I needed to do... And I left after I thought I had turned everything off... Except the night light.

It was snowing pretty hard that night and it looked particularly beautiful in the moonlight so I figured I should go out for a night walk alone. I got back to her quarters after about 3 hours, I think it was around 3am at the time.

I don't remember exactly what brought me back there and honestly from this point, the whole thing is a blur. I'll try to recall as best I can.

I believe it was the loose wires hanging dangerously low from the weight of the snow that got my attention. It was hanging right over her quarters and almost touching the iron gate. I saw it sparking as well.

I called the hospital electrician and told him about the situation and I figured I should stick around and make sure he comes and fixes it.

I got closer to check out the situation, that's when the smell hit. Smell of burning plastic.

I looked around for smoke but I couldn't see any. And only now did alarm bells started ringing in my head.

I jumped over the brick wall and when I neared the front door, the smell got harder. I knew then something had happened. I looked around the house once and couldn't see through the windows clearly. But I didn't see any fire yet. So I opened the front door....

Thick black smoke rushed out of the door and hit my face like a truck. I was blinded for a couple of seconds but immediately managed to close the door.

When I got my bearings back & coughed my lungs out, I started calling everyone. I called my colleague and she was sleeping and didn't believe me at first. I didn't care to explain myself much further as I was more relieved by the fact that she wasn't home at the time.

Another friend and colleague, a local, came first to the scene and immediately rushed in like an idiot And immediately ran back out and drove to the hospital cos he couldn't breath and needed treatment.

The electrician, administration people came next and commended me for doing such a good job and noticing something that should've gone unnoticed the whole night, before any "real" damage was done. And I was feeling pretty good about myself. We figured the whole thing happened due to some faulty wiring and the weather.

We decided it was better to wait outside further away, as there was a gas cylinder inside the kitchen that could explode anytime and wait for the fire force to come.

The fire department came in about 30 minutes and immediately got to work. They opened the door again and figured out the fire is currently localised to her bedroom.. and they decided to break the bedroom windows and pour water in.

The moment the windows broke, the fire raged like a monster and I was feeling so sorry for my friend. Between the fire, smoke nd the water being poured in, I knew her clothes and medical books were toast. Atleast 2 lakhs worth, easily (2400 dollars) which is like 4 months salary.

But myself at the time was kinda having the time of my life getting compliments every 5 seconds from everyone and patting myself in the back. Felt good for not fucking up for once. Felt like a hero.

They put out the fire pretty quick and by then my friend had come and immediately lost her shit.

By then the fire was put out and the people had dispersed. Figured it was better to assess the damage in the morning. As the fire department was leaving they told us that they traced the fire to the bed and asked her if she was using a heating blanket.

She said yes and they admonished her for being careless and complimented me again on their way out.

I was like, "haha, thank you Bros" and looked over to her and she looked like she was ready to strangle me right there.

The night light I had left on had the same switch as the heating blanket. The heating blanket was a cheap one that needed to be switched off manually, Which she does every night.

In my defence, that's dumb was to set things up and not intuitive...

In her defence She calls us everytime we've used her house to double check if we've switched everything off and I went to use her bathroom when she was asleep.

The next few months I spend replacing her shit. Which she graciously asked that I only replace what was completely damaged and she'll do with partially damaged books and stuff, despite my objection.

But she was adamant in fixing the misunderstanding that I was a hero in any way and it was actually my fault that it happened in the first place.

My Magnum Opus of a fuck up.

TL;DR: i thought I was a hero because I sorta saved my friends house from completely burning down, found out later the fire started because I left the switch to her cheap electric blanket on by accident.

This happened just a few hours ago and I'm still trying to recover from the embarrassment and pain. So, my Parents and I decided to take a road trip to my Grandmothers in Niagara Falls. So, We're cruising down the highway, And I'm in the backseat enjoying my Nice Hot Mcdonalds BLACK Coffee.

Now, let me set the scene, we're all Talking and joking around, having a great time. I reach down to grab my phone from the floor of the car, and in the process, my elbow somehow knocks my Cup right into my lap. The lid pops off, and scalding hot coffee spills all over my crotch.

Instantly, I go from laughing to screaming bloody murder. My Parents slam on the brakes, thinking we've hit something or that I'm having a medical emergency. I'm flailing around, trying to undo my seatbelt and trying not to make a bigger mess in the car.

Finally, they pull over, and I stumble out of the car, half in pain and half in embarrassment. I manage to peel off my jeans and boxers right there on the side of the road, while my Parents are alternating between concerned and trying not to laugh. Meanwhile, I'm desperately trying to cool down the burns with water from our cooler, feeling like the world's biggest idiot.

After what feels like an eternity of roadside humiliation, I manage to clean myself up as best as I can and get back into the car. Needless to say, the rest of the road trip was a lot quieter as I sat there nursing my wounded pride and even more wounded privates.

Lesson learned: always make sure your lid is securely fastened, especially when you're on a bumpy road trip.

TL;DR: Tried to enjoy coffee on a road trip, ended up with burns on my nether regions and a story I'll never live down with my Parents. I'm sticking to iced from now on

I couldn't stop myself from laughing writing this, I am literally wheezing both in Pain and How Funny the Whole Situation is

I just came back from a trip to Portugal where I was staying in studio apartment sort of Airbnb. I normally wouldn't use Airbnb because it makes me Part of the Tourist Problem and all that, but Nazaré is inherently a tourist town, the Coney Island of Portugal. The host lived across town, but her mother was right upstairs and delivered bread and coffee every morning.

That was great for my wife, but I don't drink coffee, and the only teabags in the kitchen were herbal. On the second day there, I was able to find some English Breakfast in a little grocery store around the corner, and set about making myself a nice cup of tea while my wife and son were at the beach. There was no kettle on the stove, but I did scrounge up a little pot with a handle. But then I decided to search a few more cabinets and discovered an electric kettle. I filled it up, plugged in the base…and put the kettle on the stove.

I have no good explanation for why I did this. I even plenty of time to consider my mistake as I searched for a match or a lighter to light the burner. (Why do European gas stoves not light themselves, anyway?) Then once it was lit I took a quick bathroom break.

Amazingly, it wasn't the smell that tipped me off. It was that the flame seemed a bit too bright under the kettle. Because of all the plastic it was burning. Shit! Throw the kettle into the sink, turn on the water, open the door and all the windows. And then boil water in the pot, because I really needed some tea now. The base of the kettle was definitely melted beyond repair, but at least it stayed in one piece.

Then as I was sitting on my bed trying to figure out what to do next, I saw a flash of black at the door. The neighbor's kittens had noticed the open door and decided to check out the inside. I managed to herd one of them back out, but the other dashed under the bed and by the time I was able to crawl under to look for it it was gone. I just had to hope it had found its way outside and not into a closet or something.

I was totally willing to take a bus to the shopping center and buy a new kettle, but the host insisted that "these things happen", and it was no problem at all.

tl;dr: I set an electric tea kettle on fire by using it on a gas burner

This happened a few weeks ago now, but I got into a wreck when leaving from work.

To set the scene, there's an intersection with a gas station at the north corner. I'm traveling from the East and turning North between traffic that is stopped at a red light.

I see my way is clear so I proceed across the lanes(2 lanes on both sides with an 18-wheeler stopped in the lane beside the turn lane) and turn into a gas station. At the last moment I saw a white blur and heard a screech of tires so I floored it as I've already crossed the lane mostly and only the back tire of my car is in the lane. The driver of a SUV slams on his breaks and turns his wheel to avoid striking my passenger side door, but ends up striking the rear wheel and housing AND putting me over a small sewer ledge, about 5ft of a drop.

Summarizing a lot, he doesn't speak English so I call the cops, he says he'll be right back and me in my "I just got hit" brain said sure. He drives away, cops show up and take my statement and start calling a tow(I forgot AAA existed) the tow comes, and the guy who hit me shows up in a different car. Weird. But okay, cops talk to him and translate and find out he left the vehicle at his home, cops go with him to see the vehicle, I stay at the scene as I'm ~50miles from home and the vehicle I drove 17 hours across state lines is now partially totalled.

Gas station worker comes out and gets my name and says they can give the footage of the accident if I call. Cop comes back and says that the car needs to be moved and said he can call a tow that'll be low cost, I say sure. Tow comes and grabs the car and I get taken to the police station while I call an Uber.

This happened on the 31st a Friday, and now fast forward 3 days I call the gas station to get the footage, they tell me no manager is on duty and to call tomorrow. Okay. Sure. The next day I call same thing, I wait a day as I'm setting up with my insurance and the other drivers insurance. by this point it's the 5th, my insurance tells me they don't know the insurance of the other driver as it turns out the officer gave me information they did not verify. I tell them that the gas station has footage and I'm unable to get it so they need to. They agree, call and let me know that the gas station has deleted the footage as it has been close to a week. Great.

My insurance tells me that since there's nothing footage wise they'll wait for the police report. Report comes in on the 6th, and it placed me at fault with a lil diagram.

The diagram showed me turning and being hit in the incoming lane but I was hit in the shoulder lane. I cannot prove this aside from the pictures of the accident, which I only really have of my vehicle since the other driver drove his car home.

At this point I've made peace with having to pay a decent hunk of money to repair my car, but then I called the tow lot who informed me that even tho it's only been a week it will be $725 to get my car out, which is all I had in savings. So naturally the car is still at the tow lot, racking up more money while I keep working and trying to hopefully make enough to get it out before it gets auctioned.

All this to just get home a bit sooner.

Little extra detail is that the cost goes up $23 each day, so each week is around $160.

Added a picture of my damage and theirs. (Mine is the BMW)

TL:DR - While leaving work in a rush and heading home I got T-boned and put over a ledge, had my car towed, and lost the use of my car. Total cost to repair is around 4k and to get it out of tow will be close to 2k.

Edit: added pic of cars in comments.

I'm a shipwright, and one of the things I use at work is a wood batten. These are used to mark nice smooth curves. You basically nail it in place with little nails and look along it to make sure the curve is right. The things that make a good batten are it being long, flexible, and straight grained. A good batten is like hens teeth anymore. It's hard to find long pieces of wood with straight grain. The last batten I broke was around 5 years ago.

I took this batten home on Saturday. Tied it to my truck. It was 3/8 by 3/4 inch by 20 feet long. I used it to mark the gun whales of the boat I'm rebuilding in my garage. This morning I took it back to work. On the way I was being tailgated, so I sped up a bit. I got to about 54 mph and heard it snap. It's weird how emotionally attached you can get to a piece of wood you use every day. The front broke off in the wind.

I spent an hour this morning trying to use another one I had, but it had a couple kinks in it and I was having a hard time getting it to look right. I gave up and found a piece of wood my pop had stored that was 24 feet long and made a new batten.

TL;DR Tied a long thin piece of wood important to my job to my truck and when I speeded up the wind broke it.

hi y’all. “judy” here. my real name is rebecca. my bf “zak”’s real name is ezra. not going to reveal ariel’s real name because they’re an angel and have no actual part in this.

hi avery! yes that is OP’s real name :)! one of my friends who has reddit showed me this post. so i downloaded the app and created an account to respond to this bullshit. first of all.. bitch.. you left out a LOT. you failed to mention how after you and ariel stopped being friends, you decided to gang up with people who literally BULLIED them and made it 10x worse. and that was after they were sick of you treating them like shit on the bottom of your shoes. you literally went around telling all the guys in our class NOT to date them because they’re “psychotic with multiple personalities” and telling the whole fucking school how their dad used to beat the shit out of them when he had custody and saying shit like “they’re a lost cause, they’re a burden, they’ll make your life miserable”. ariel is too sweet of a person to say anything or retaliate. so i retaliated for them. i never “spread fake rumors” about you. because all of it was 100% true. the only thing i regret doing to you was not beating your ass back in high school. oh and when ariel came out as nonbinary when they were in 12th grade, you told people the reason they came out as nonbinary was because they had serious mental problems and just wanted attention. fuck. that.

to the person who commented that i was tired of having to protect my cousin from being screamed at by avery for all those years. yeah. you were right. i was both a fly on the wall and a mediator for all that. and thats why i will always be 100% on ariel’s side. because you’re a complete fucking bitch and always will be. and then you blamed all of that on your anxiety? BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL. we all have anxiety. i’ve been on anxiety meds since i was 14. but i never once acted like you at all. no, i grew up. instead you acted like eric cartman in that episode of south park where he puts a box on his head and kept screeching “I HAVE ANXIETEH”. you’re such a self centered entitled brat.

and don’t try to deny you were hitting on ezra because you WERE. you absolutely knew i would be uncomfortable with you two being friends because i don’t trust you. you were always touching him (like putting your hand on his thigh and knee), trying to sit in his lap, etc knowing he’s off the market. that is some BOP shit. he came to me about him having a friend who was being very touchy and making him uncomfortable. when he told me it was you i told him you weren’t a good person and all of the fuckshit you did. THATS why he blocked you. and he doesnt wanna talk to you because he knows the kind of person you are now.

keep him and my name out of your dirty ass mouth you fucking dirty ass hoe.

TL;DR: she LIIIIIIIED

My (23f) and my boyfriend (24m) are from two different countries he knew some English when we met but he’s still learning. He mixes words up sometimes which we laugh at. Today on the way to dinner he asked like most people curse words but in English. We get inside and order our drinks he wanted a coke but his brain mixed up and he said he wanted cock to drink. After the server left I told him why he got a funny look he was bright red but we can’t stop laughing as he purposely calls it cock at my house as a joke. Him and I see him mix up pronunciation all the time especially with accents as I live in the south. People sometimes stare at him like he’s slow cause if he doesn’t get what they said cause of their accent I just repeat it.

TLDR: My boyfriend accidentally said he wanted cock instead of coke to drink at dinner after mixing up the English words for it

I work in IT, so often times people break computers and I have to provision and replace the old one with a new one. I went to look at the issue and saw that she broke her screen somehow. I immediately went to provision and replace her broken laptop with a new one.

I came into her new office with the new laptop and she commented on the size of the laptop, saying it was worse than the current one (knowing what I know that is impossible). That is when I told her she must be hard to please.

Personally, I don't care if her comment was out of place, I am the one providing the service as a part of my job and I screwed up by making that comment. In service desk, it is our job to provide world-class service to people regardless of their comments or frustrations and I dropped the ball today.

TL;DR I went to replace a coworkers laptop, she complained about the replacement, and I commented that she was hard to please.

I have a custom ROM on my phone, and thus can't make certain in-app purchases with my card. But I thought maybe a Google Play gift card would work, so I went to read how to do it on Google's webpage, and they suggested that I use Amazon or other services. I immediately went on amazon.com, bought a $45 gift card for the Google Play store, and went to redeem it, but it failed when I tried and said that I could only redeem it from the US.

I hoped Google support could help me, but they said that since I bought it from the US (amazon.com), it can only be used in the US. Now I'm stuck with a $45 gift card I can't use, and it's quite frustrating.

I didn't think to check for regional restrictions before purchasing. It's a hard lesson learned about the importance of checking the terms and conditions, especially when dealing with digital goods that can have regional locks.

TL;DR: Bought a $45 Google Play gift card from Amazon.com, but living in Denmark and thus can't redeem it.

Obligatory this happened last week (yadi-yadi-ya) but I’ve been building up confidence to post on here.

To start off; I don’t cook much as I live with my parents because I’m still in school. I do help from time to time with cutting vegetables and other rudimentary tasks that I can handle. I’ve known since earlier that I have some form of allergy to raw potatoes as peeling them causes me some form of contact dermatitis where my hands become red and itchy, it’s no big deal as I’ll usually just wear some form of vinyl gloves to protect my hands. This time however I decided (for some reason) to rawdog it when my mom asked me to scrape some fresh potatoes. I had only ever peeled potatoes before and so scraping fresh potatoes is a new technique. I (stupidly) expected myself to not react as much to fresh potatoes compared to others and just thought to lather on some hydrocortisone if I started breaking out in hives.

So there I am, scraping potatoes, feeling completely fine with no itching or redness on my hands. However, as I get to the last couple of potatoes I start to feel my nose itching and my eyes stinging a bit. “No big problem!” I thought and continued on scraping off the peels on the last potatoes. As I put the now cut up potatoes in the oven I can feel my nose start to run and my throat itching, a strange reaction but not uncommon as I have a lot of different allergies. However, it did not stop there as my throat suddenly became very dry and I started experiencing a dry cough that persisted no matter how much water I chugged and suddenly I started feeling this pressure in my chest. Uh Oh…

Now this pressure in my chest kept on building up and I had to focus to get in a good amount of air to not make me lightheaded. I was almost at the point of wheezing and I had itched my throat so hard it was entirely scratched up. Now I do have a long history of panic disorder and thought that I was either having a panic attack or my parents had to call an ambulance because I was gonna go through anaphylactic shock soon. Not wanting to interrupt my dad’s football game and my mom who’s focusing on grooming our dog I instead just sat there on the couch hoping to god it wouldn’t get worse.

Thankfully after an hour the worst was over and I could eat my potatoes (albeit slightly traumatised) with some nice tzatziki and I told my parents about what happened. Safe to say I won’t be near any raw potatoes in the future. I am however worried about how I’m going to survive living alone with how much potatoes I consume on a daily basis…

TL;DR: TIFU by almost going into anaphylactic shock after scraping fresh potatoes and being too scared to tell my parents.